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1. TO you will I sing Indra's praise who
gives good gifts as well we know;
The praise of Maghavan who, rich in treasure, aids his
singers with wealth thousandfold.
2 As with a hundred hosts, he rushes boldly
on, and for the offerer slays his foes.
As from a mountain flow the water-brooks, thus flow his
gifts who feedeth many a one.
3 The drops effused, the gladdening
draughts, O Indra, Lover of the Son
As waters seek the lake where they are wont to rest, fill
thee, for bounty, Thunderer.
4 The matchless draught that strengthens
and gives eloquence, the sweetest of the meath drink thou,
That in thy joy thou maysi scatter thy gifts o'er us,
plenteously, even as the dust.
5 Come quickly to our laud, urged on by
Soma-pressers like a horse -
Laud, Godlike Indra, which milch-kine make sweet for thee:
with Kanva's sons are gifts for thee.
6 With homage have we sought thee as a
Hero, strong, preeminent, with unfailing wealth.
O Thunderer, as a plenteous spring pours forth its stream,
so, Indra, flow our songs to thee.
7 If now thou art at sacrifice, or if thou
art upon the earth,
Come thence, high-thoughted! to our sacrifice with the Swift,
come, Mighty with the Mighty Ones.
8 The active, fleet-foot, tawny Coursers
that are thine are swift to victory, like the Wind,
Wherewith thou goest round to visit Manus' seed, wherewith
all heaven is visible.
9 Indra, from thee so great we crave
prosperity in wealth of kine,
As, Maghavan, thou favouredst Medhyatithi, and, in the
fight, Nipatithi.
10 As, Maghavan, to Kanva, Trasadasyu, and
to Paktha and Dasavraja;
As, Indra, to Gosarya and Rjisvan, thou vouchsafedst wealth
in kine and gold.
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